NBA: You said you would give up, and now you’ve won three consecutive championships?

Carl stood anxiously on the side of the road, waiting for Simmons and his agent to arrive.

Third Avenue is one of the busier roads in Los Angeles. Even outside of rush hour, there are still a lot of vehicles traveling back and forth.

With an anxious mood, Carl finally saw a black Mercedes-Benz business car slowly approaching at the corner of the street.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen a savior.

"Hey, Mr. Simmons!"

He waved his arms vigorously from a distance, as if trying to convey his urgent thoughts.

After a while, the car slowly stopped in front of him. The agent got out from the right side and ran to the other side to open the door.

When Simmons got out of the car, Carl was so excited that he almost cried.

"Mr. Simmons, you are finally here!"

"Woo~, hey, what's wrong, what happened?" Ben Simmons looked at Carl, who looked like a wronged little wife, and took a half step back in confusion.

Karl obviously realized his own gaffe. He took two steps back, managed his expression again, and then explained:

"Um... well, we're having some issues on set. Li Feng, the Asian player, is beating everyone up, so we can't continue filming."

"I just heard about this on the phone." Simmons nodded, but still confused: "But, you said everyone was beaten to death? That shouldn't be the case."

Because Simmons, who has been playing on the basketball court since he was a child, knows very well how strong these street basketball players like the famous "Bone Collector" are.

Their basic skills, including ball handling and shooting ability, have almost reached the entry level of professionals.

Especially in one-on-one situations, even many NBA players may not be able to beat them.

Although Ben Simmons has no doubt that he can do this, he is the No. 1 pick after all!

Can an unknown second-round pick who participated in the draft in the same year as him do such a thing?

It sounds like a new Three-Body Problem.

At this time, Karl also smiled bitterly and said:

"We didn't expect this at the time, but it's true. Now, I'm afraid only you can resolve this matter yourself."

"Alright." Simmons shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's just something I can do. After all, this is my promotional video, and I hope everything goes well. I don't want to miss my flight back to Philadelphia tomorrow."

"Thank you so much! Please follow me..." Carl nodded with a smile, turned around and was about to lead the way.

On the way to the stadium, Carl kept sighing.

He truly deserves to be the No. 1 pick in the NBA draft. This kind of self-confidence is something I could never learn in my lifetime.

It seemed that in Simmons' eyes, Li Feng's appearance was a trivial matter.

But it's normal. If I had his strength, I would probably be more confident, right?

In short, if Simmons takes action personally, this matter can finally be resolved.

……

Inside the stadium.

Li Feng was happily playing in various ways on the court.

The others respectfully gave him enough space to watch him play freely on the court.

Penalty shot with the urinal.

Hook shot three-pointer.

After dribbling the ball across half court and sitting on the ground, I came right up to him.

And a familiar mechanical voice came to his ears again:

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for making a successful shot, Shooting +1."

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for making a successful shot, Shooting +1."

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for making a few blind shots and causing a critical hit to the audience, Shooting +2."

"..."

The hit rate is very high if his target is the heads of the surrounding spectators.

In the eyes of everyone at this moment, Li Feng looked like an amateur who could not play basketball at all and had no skills at all.

But none of them would be stupid enough to think so.

Because, those people who had just stubbornly challenged Li Feng are now recovering from their injuries with their hearts broken.

"Fishing enforcement...it must be fishing enforcement!"

"Damn, that's despicable. How is this any different from those stinky cops with donuts!?"

"Dirty, this guy has such a dirty heart! Does he still want to deceive us? Do I really look that stupid?!"

"When will Simmons come? Teach this guy a lesson!"

……

Li Feng once again missed the ball and it went out of bounds, but he didn't have to pick it up himself.

Because the audience around him will automatically throw the ball back to him.

This is not to say that they are polite, but mainly because they are afraid that Li Feng will look at them more and ask them to play.

Looking at the basketball that flew back to his hands automatically again, Li Feng couldn't help but sigh.

What a passionate Los Angeles.

You see, I told you that the basketball atmosphere abroad is better, right?

He took the ball back and shot it without even looking.

"boom--"

"Oh, I actually hit the frame this time, not bad, not bad."

Li Feng smiled, looking very satisfied.

As he continued to shoot, Simmons had already followed Karl to the scene.

"Just him?"

When Simmons saw Li Feng's extremely strange shooting, his expression was indescribably solemn.

It feels like the finale of Chinese New Year is rice.

So what you just said was all so wonderful, but my opponent turned out to be like this?

This shooting is really not as good as mine!

"Uh...it's him. He didn't behave like that just now." As if seeing the melancholy in Simmons' expression, Carl hurriedly explained with a smile.

Simmons and his agent looked at each other, doubtful and silent.

At this time, the on-site shooting director came over.

"You are finally here! Thank God."

He shook Simmons' hand tightly, and then said to his agent beside him:

"You guys arrived just in time, otherwise today's filming would have been delayed."

The agent also understands that the filming equipment, personnel and appearance fees of these streetball players are all considerable expenses.

No one wants to pay an extra day's delay.

"Director Jones, don't worry." The agent patted Simmons on the shoulder and said, "With our top draft pick here, everything is not a problem."

"Of course!" Director Jones nodded happily.

That arrogant boy named Li Feng, let’s see if you can still be so arrogant now?

Simmons' appearance also attracted the attention of the surrounding audience.

As the latest hot rookie, Simmons, who is hailed as an almost all-around potential No. 1 pick, is quite popular. Even though this is Los Angeles!

At this time, Li Feng on the court also noticed the commotion on the sidelines.

But it was just a discovery and I didn't take it to heart.

It was not until he turned around after shooting again that a tall player met his eyes and he could hear clearly what the noise around him was saying.

"Simmons!"

"Simmons!"

It turns out they weren't talking about a Simmons mattress... I was wondering what it meant to call it a mattress.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Ben Simmons slowly walked to the center of the court.

He raised his head slightly, with a look of arrogance in his eyes.

"Your name is Li Feng, right? How about we have a match?"

As soon as these words came out, the long-silent atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited...